Femdom Cuckold Wedding

I remember my femdom cuckold wedding as if it were only yesterday. My femdom bride wore a very provocative wedding gown that looked beautiful but actually decorated more than it hid. I, her collared cuckold groom, stood beside her naked except for pink panties over a cock lock chastity belt my wife had attached to my private parts when the Femdom Mistress conducting the ceremony directed her to do so.

You would think that by now I would have been used to any form of humiliation or punishment anyone could dish out. But I guess what made me love my Mistress and future slut wife as much as her looks was her creativity when it came to our BDSM Female Supremacy relationship.

She was always dreaming up new ways to keep our relationship fresh so she wouldn’t get bored with me and have to dump me off to some other Mistress. In this instance she had invited people from my past who had no idea of our life style, including a few ex girlfriends who got a kick out of the whole thing.

I didn’t think anything could be worse than ex girlfriends who probably thought I was still a stud seeing me in pink panties and a male chastity belt until I discovered ex teammates from my high school football days had been invited to come along on our honeymoon to help her make the creampies for me to clean up.

Like any woman my wife to be expected nothing but the very best wedding that money could buy along with a clear loud message to the world what our femdom cuckold marriage was all about.